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No. CLVIII. 

NCH'S STANDARD DRAMA 



THE RED MASK; 

B , 

THE WOLF OF BOHEMIA. 

A Ml-LO-DRAMA, IN THREE ACTS. 
BY JOHN BROUGHAM, COMEDIAN. 



WITH CAST OF CHARACTERS, STAGE BUSINESS, COSTUMES, 
RELATIVE POSITIONS, &c., &c. 



AS PERFORMED AT THE PRINCIPAL THEATRES. 



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VOL. IL 


VOL. III. 


\. Ion, 


9. The Stranger, 


17. The Poor Gentleman, 


2. Fazio, 


10. Grandfathc;r Whitehead 


18. Hamlet, 


I 3. The Lady of Lyons, 


11. Richard HI., 


19. Charles II., 


4. Richelieu, 


12. Love's Sacrifice, 


20. Venice Preserved, 


5. The Wife, 


13. The Gamester, 


21. Piziirro, 


6. The Honeymoon, 


14. A Cure for the Heartache 


22. The Love Chase, 


7. The School for Scandal, 


15. The Hunchback, 


23. Othello, 


8. Money. 


16. Don Cassar de Bazan. 


24. Lend Me Five Shillings 


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of Mr. CHAS. KEAN. 


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42. Romeo and Juliet, 


27. London Assurance, 


34. Look Before You Leap, 


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28. The Rent Day. 


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36. Nervous Man, 


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66. As You Like D. 


51. Temper, 


59. Brutus, 


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52. Evadne, 


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53. Bertram, 


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90. Sketches in India. 


7.5. Henry IV., 


83. Leap Year. 


91, Two Friends, 


76. Paul Pry, 


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92 Jane Shore. 


77. Guy Mannerlng, 


85. The Passing Cloud, 


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86. Drunkard, 


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107. Ernestine, 


115. Seven Clerks, 


100. Nature's Nobleman, 


108. Rag Picker of Paris, 


116. Game of Life, 


lOI.Sirdanapalus, 


109. Flying Dutchman, 


117. Forty Thieves, 


102. Civilization. 


110. Hypocrite, 


118. Bryan Boroihme, 


103. The Robbers, 


Ul.Therese, 


119. Romance and Reality, 


104. Katharine &Petruchio. 


112. LaTourdeNesle. 


100. Ugolino. 


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FRENCH'S 

SElje glctins HDition. 
No. CLVm. 



THE RED MASK: 



OR, 



THE WOLF OF LITHUANIA. 

A MELO-DRAMA, IN THREE ACTS. 



Si^f 



BY 



JOHN BROUGHAM, Comedian, 



TO WHICH ARK ADDED, 



A Description of the Costume— Cast of the Characters— Entrances and Exits- 
Relative Positions of the Performers on the Stage, and the whole of the 
Stage Business, 

FntPTPd accordine to Act of Confess, in the Year One Ttoufand Eight Hundred and Fiftv-Six. by JoOT 
BRouGHAMrmfbe Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States, for the Southern DiBtxict of 
New York. 



NEW-YORK : 



^^•V OF COJVG^- 



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SAMUEL FRENCH, ./' 

121 Nassau-StrHtrtv '- '"^ 



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€:ast of V^z €!)aractets,~(THE Red Mask.) 



Kaspar, i 

Count Maximilian, - > Mr. McDonough. 

Brandoff, (an Innkeeper) 5 

Ernest de LormCy Mr. Conrad Clarke. 

Baron Blonderr, Mr. Bellamy. 

Herman, -Mr. Morton. 

jlfarok, Mr. Brougham. 

Wiezler, Mr. Randall. 

Stephana, Mr. Duncan. 

Ganymede, (Page to Isabel) Miss Fanny Denham. 

Karlo, Mr. Denham. 

Blokk Mr. Carpenter. 

Isabel, Madame Ponisi. 

Myra, Miss Kate Reignolds. 

Soldiers, Peasants, ^c, SfC. 



COSTUME. 

KASPAR. — First Dress : Hungarian peasant, cloak and red mask ; 
Second Dress : Splendid Hungarian uniform ; TTiird Dras : Peasant's 
dress. »-, 

ERNEST DE LORME.— Blue military frock,, Ira^^igRls, Hessian 
boots, fur cap, and cloak. -^ * - 

BARON. — Evening dress, handsome. 

HERMAN. — ) First Dress : Peasants ; Second Dress : Hungarian 

MAROK. —] Uniform. 

WIEZLER. — Hungarian peasant's dress. 

GANYMEDE.— Green tunic, tights, Polish boots. 

KARLO.— Peasant's dress. 

STEPHANO.— Postillion's dress. 

ISABEL. — Rich silk dress, present fashion 

MYRA.— Ditto ditto ditto. 



STAGE DIRECTIONS. 



EXITS AND ENTRANCES. 

L. means First Entrance, Left. R. First Entrance, Riffkt. S. E. L. 
Second Entrance, Left. S. E. R. Second Entrance, Right. U. E. L. 
Upper Entrance, Lef*. U. E. R. Upper Entrance, Right. C. Centre. 
L. C. Left of Centre R. C. Right of Centre. T. E. 1/ Third Entrance, 
Left. T. E. R. Third Entrance, Right. C. D. Ceiitre Door. D. R. 
Door Right. D. L. Door Left. U. D. L. Upper Door, Left. U. D. R. 
Upper Door, Right. 

*^* The Reader is svpposcd to be on the Stage, facing the Audience. 



THE RED MASK. 



ACT I. 

Scene I. — A picturesque Scene — Cascade and Bridge — Roadside Inn, 
with Vine Trellis, <$-c. Bohemian peasants discovered — some crossing 
bridge, others carousing, cf-c. Time — Evening. 



Loud, loud, let your voices swell, 

Raise high the cheerful strain, 
While from each hill and dell, 

Echo repeats it again, 

Ai — a — ai — a. — ( Tyrolese.) 

Our song shall be, 
In praise of the tree, 
Whose mighty power divine, 
Doth joy impart 
To the care-tried heart. 
The vine, boys, the vine, 
The mother of rosy wine, 
Loud, loud, let your voices swell. 

Loud, loud, &c. {Ad libitum.) 

Enter Karlo /rom Inn. 

Karlo. Bravo, lads, bravo ! here's ihat will float the melody up from 
your jolly hearts, till it bubbles out of your lips in your own despite. 

Marok. We'll put thy boasting to the test, friend Karlo, and quickly 
too, ril warrant me. Here's to thy health, boy, and pray Heaven send 
thee brains and a beard, ere long. 

Karlo. I know not if those two blessings always come together, mas- 
ter Marok. [Peasants laugh. 

Marok. Ha ! thou miserable starved owlet, wouldst thou try thy 
fledgling wit on me ! 

Karlo. The Saints protect us, no ! \^'hat wit ! How have I oflfended? 

Marok. Dost thou not see my beard ? 

Karlo Most audibly, good sir. 

Marok. And have I not brains as well 1 



4 THE RED MASK. 

Karlo. I cannot see them, sir ; they are not visible to me. 

[Peasants laugh. 

Marok. Again, thou wretched malt worm ! If thou hast any brain 
at all, ril show it to the sky. 

\^Rushcs at him, is restrained hy the others. 

Her. Hold ! let the lad alone, he meant no harm. That hot blood of 
thine is ever ready to boil over. 

Karlo. Truly, enough to scald the thickest skin. 

[Marok rushes at him, Karlo runs into house. 

Her. What folly this is, Marok. Know you not that our great secu- 
rity lies in the simple innocency of that boy. The master would be 
much angered wert thou to harm him. 

Marok. It may be so ; but, to me, this simplicity is downright cun- 
ning, and his innocency like arrant impudence. 

Her. Caution ! Let's mix amongst those countrymen, and see if we 
can pick up any news that can be turned to account. 

[Old Blokk looks out from his harbcr''s shop. 

Wiez. I tell you it is true, sirs. The Red Mask has been seen again 
in our neighbojhood. 

Blokk. Mercy on us! What's that you say, neighbor 1 The Red 
Mask ! 

[Man inside — impatient a bit, here and there, as scene progresses. 

Come. I say, finish me off, won't you ? 

Blokk. Pardon, good masters ; but, when there's a story afoot, my 
vocation obliges me to be a listener. 

Wiez. And that is a sure sign that some deed of blood's at hand. 
Her. Say you so, comrade ? Ugh! the marrow freezes in my bones at 
the thought. 

Marok. For my part, I don't believe there's any such thing. It's 
only a bugbear to fright old women and children. 

Blokk. Nay, but there is. I've seen it myself. iMan pulls him back. 
Wiez. [To M.\ROK.] And who may you be, who would gainsay the 
word of a whole community 1 

Marok. One who fears not to look upon such apparitions, or to stand 
by his own word, once uttered. 

Her. Let's have no di^^pute. Our honest friend knows what he says, 
be sure. 

Wiez. Aye, that I do, and to my bitter sorrow, for I have felt the 
fangs of this Bohemian wolf ere now, and know him well. For a full 
hour, neighbors, was I in combat with him, slash and thrust, and would 
have slain him in yonder forest, but that a score of his black band ap- 
peared, and 

[Kaspar, on bridge, in black mantle and red mask, fires rifle in the 
air. 
Ha! ha! ha! 

[Blokk rushes out of shop, and man, with lather on his face, after 
him.. All rush off, exclaiming, " The Red Mask," except Her- 
man, Marok, a7}d "S^'^iezleb, tcho falls on his knees, and cries 
" mercy ! mercy !" 



THE RED MASK. O 

Her. Get up, man. What art thou scared at \ 

Wiez. The Red Mask ! Oh, don't hurt me I I confess that I lied, 
most noble. I have a child and ten small wives — no, I don't mean that 
— ten wives and a small child — no, no, not that — I — I don't know what 
I mean ! 

Enter K a spar, as Inn-kcepcr. 

Kaspar. Why. how is this, friend Wiezler 1 hast thou lost thy wits ? 

Wiez. Oh, Magnus ! good Magnus ! thou art a friendly genius ! 
Where is he? — the great, the magnificent. [Looking round.] Gone! 
I mean the ruffianly malefactor. 

Kas. Of whom do you speak ? 

Wiez. Hush ! not so loud ; he may be lurking close at hand. No. 
he's gone : he, who would not wait to be chastised. He, who has felt 
before, the power of this strong arm ! [Mock bravado.] Confound it ! 
had I not slipped down at the instant, I would have captured him my- 
self, and gained the twenty thousand florins which are ofiered for his 
head. 

Kas. By St. Dennis, what a valuable head the fellow wears. Why, 
friend Wiezler, were his eyes diamonds, lips rubies, and teeth pearls, 
as they say of courtly beauties, 'twould hardly be so merchantable. 
Twenty thousand florins ! Egad ! with reverence be it spoken, I doubt 
if our good Kaizer carries on his royal shoulders anything so costly, 
save on state occasions. I should well like to have that caput in safe 
keeping. 

Wiez. That can'st thou not, Master Magnus ; stick to thy pottles 
and leave such things to daring souls. That head belongs to me. I 
know where to lay hands upon its sanguinary owner ; indeed, the 
twenty thousand florins is disposed of within my mind already. 

Kas. Thou art as lucky as thou art valiant. In — in, and cool thy 
burning bravery with a draught. Karlo will attend to thee. 

Wiez. Should he come, you'll call me, won't you ! 

Kas. Assuredly. Go [Exit Wiezler. 

Marok. His tongue shall wag no longer. [Going. 

Kas. Pshaw ! put up your knife, the fool is harmless ! Listen, I 
have news for you ; I expect every instant the arrival of a wealthy and 
romantic young fool, whom one of my scouts informs me is making 
a tour of Lithuania, but whether in quest of adventure, or for some 
fixed purpose, doesn't appear. The important part of my information 
is, that his trunks are well lined. He is a nobleman, as you know / 
am occasionally, and I flatter myself, dj considerable credit to my order, 
but travels under the assumed name of colonel. You know your respec- 
tive positions — now to give Karlo his instructions. Ho ! boy Karlo ! 

Enter Karlo, from Inn. 

Karlo, my lad, I must resign the Golden Eagle to friend Herman, for 
the present. Obey him, as usual, until my return, which will be shortly ; 
but mark me, Herman, I'll have no sojourners in my house — rantipolo 
roysterers — who destroy, in a night, more than they can make good in 
a year. If any such arrive, let them be saddled upon our neighbor, at 
the chateau, he's renowned for his hospitality, isn't he, Karlo ! 



6 THE RED MASK. 

Karlo. Truly, yes, master ; so hospitable, I have heard people say, 
that many of his guests never leave at all. 

Marok. What 1 

Kas. Mere idle gossip, I'll be sworn ; and yet, good Karlo, I wouldn't 
repeat such tales, there might, you know, be danger in it, 

Karlo. From v^^hom, master"! 

Kas. From the Red Mask I 

Karlo. Holy St. Dominick ! If I thought he had ought to do with — 
with — oh. Lord ! the very name has brought a sudden frost ! how cold 
it is. [Trembling. 

Kas. It's best to be on the safe side, Karlo, not that I fear the pesti- 
lent scoundrel. 

Karlo. Don't talk so, master. For my own part, wax couldn't seal 
my lips closer than prudence shall, henceforth. 

Kas. Thou'rt in the right. Adieu, lads. Herman, be careful ; admit 
none but steady, quiet folks, reputation is everything — no pushing days 
into nights — no revellers. [A horn heard.] Ha! an arrival; I shall 
not wait to welcome them ; you know my wishes — farewell. 

[Ascends bridge, as Ernest comes on. 

Er7u Hallo, friend ! you carry but a scant supply of courtesy. What 
rough boor is that ? 

Her. May it please your Excellency, a worthy man, an inn-keeper, 
called suddenly away, whose place is filled by my unworthy self. 

Km. And this, the den. I suppose, of that same bear ^ Hallo, friend ! 
bring me my valise, I shall have to pass the night, I fear, within this 
cursed hovel ; there's nothing better in this wild neighborhood, I sup- 
pose 1 

Her. No other hotel. Excellency. 

Em. Hotel ! ha, ha ! You're facetious, my friend. Shade of Api- 
cius, what a smell of garlic ! 

Her. We are but humble peasants here. Excellency, and humble fare 
suffices us. Will it please you to enter? 

Em. Thank you, my polite host, I will, perforce of circumstance, 
although the flavor of thy condiments is not over enticing. Tell that 
fellow to carry my valise within, not that there's much to tempt an 
itching finger. Ha ! you're there, sir, at last. 

Enter Stephano, who recognizes the others — the attention of Ernest is 
away from him. — Music. 

Sic Here is your valise, Excellency. Mercy on us, what a dog- 
kennel ! 

Her. What's that you say. fellow ? Too good for such a dog as 
thou ! 

Sle. Whew I what a precious storm a little quiet breath has raised ! 
and those grinning friends of thine were not about, Fd give thee dog's 
reward, thou poison vender ! 

Her. Now, by St. Zabriski. 

Marok. Let the fool be, good master. The snarling cur is ever safe 
'mongst nobler animals ! 



THE KED MASK. 7 

Ste. I cry you mercy, most magnificent, and — pray what noble beast 
art thou ' 

Em. I've had enough of this, bring your brawhng to an end, — 
and you get ready to proceed. I would rather pass the night in the 
thickest portion of the forest, than in this unsavory abode. 

Sic. Indeed, in good truth, so would I, your Excellency, — but the 
thing is impossible ! We cannot hence without horses, mine are past 
urging for some twelve iiours to come, at least, and I'll wager me one 
couldn't find a good-sized donkey, present company excepted, in the 
whole villanous neighborhood ! 

Em. Well, I must submit to tyrannical destiny, with as good grace 
as I can. If you have an endurable chamber in your mansion, pray 
show me to it. 

Her. Certainly, Excellency ! You will be hard to please indeed, if 
you mislike our traveller's apartment. Show his Excellency to the 
pink chamber, Karlo. 

Ste. Meantime, your Excellency, I'll purify the surrounding atmo- 
sphere with the Arabian odor of my pipe. This bench will be within 
ear-shot if your Excellency wants my attendance. 

Ern. No matter, — I shall be my own valet for the nonce ! Now, boy ! 
lExit Karlo and Ernest into house. Stephano watches for a short 
time, then speaks. — Music. 

Ste. Know you who the youngster is? 

Her. No, — who is he 1 

Ste. A rich prize, be sure, or the master would not be so anxious to 
see him at the Chateau to-night. 

Marok. We'll drag him there ! 

Her. Hold thy rash tougue ! An ounce of persuasion is worth a 
pound of menace. He's here ! — I'll manage it ! 

i2e-cr?fer Ernest and Karlo. 

Em. Wliew ! I shall sufifocate within this filthy kennel! If I must 
stry. 111 make my bed out in the open air. 

Her. I regret, Excellency, that our poor Inn is unworthy of thy 
sojourn. It is, I confess mc. but a miserable place, — but it is not every 
one can keep a Chateau like our rich and hospitable neighbor, the 
young Count Maximilian. 

Em. Count Maximilian I Where does he resided 

Her. Your Excellency can seethe smoke from his friendly chimneys 
through yonder co|.se. 

Em. Young, rich, and hospitable ! Egad, I have a great mind to 
solicit a night's lodging from this same Count. 

Her It would not be grudgingly given. Excellency, of that be sure. 
Eh. friends, — say I not rightly ! 

Marok. We'll warrant thee, master. 

All. That we will! 

Em Stay! may'iap 1 can glean sorr.c knowledge here, of her I seek. 
Hark ve, friends, do yon know any thing of the whereabouts of a cer- 
tain CJolonel Hartzburg \ I never mot the vagabond myself, but that's 
what he ctilieJ liimsclf in Paris .sonie fpv.- vea}s bafk. 



8 THE RED MASK, 

Her. [Exchanges glances with the rest!\ No, Excellency, I'll answer 
for it, there's no such person within our knowledge, and that extends 
a good many miles round. 

Em. Well, I must perforce try the hospitality of his Countship yon- 
der. Do you know the place, friend"! [To Stephano.] 

Ste. No, Excellency, but I have no lack of eyes and ears. 

Em. Here's that will compensate for the loss of my custom, mine 
host ! [Gives money.'] Now, friend, to test the lauded hospitality of your 
neighbor. 

Her. Thanks, noble Excellency ! A cheer, friends, for his Excel- 
lency's generosity. [All cheer. 

Stc. Oh 1 what loud throated dogs ! 

Em. Thanks friends, — but if one of you would point out the road 
to this Count's dwelling, it would be a more useful demonstration. 

All. I will! 

Em. One will be enough. 

Marok. This way, then, Excellency, I know every blade of grass 
upon the road. 

Ern. Allons. then. Haply I may learn some tidings of my poor 
sister. My information says that the unprincipled scoundrel who lured 
her from her home, dwells somewhere in the neighborhood. Come, my 
friend. [Business, and exeunt. 

Her. [When Ernest ?s ojf.] Hartzburg is one of Kaspar's elegant 
aliases. Depend upon it. there's some sort of score to be paid oft*. 
Well, our young friend will have a chance to settle his worldly affairs 
sooner than he imagined. Kaspar must know of this. 

Scene II. — A Copse — Available Tree, to hide behind. 

Enter Ganymede, running. 

Gany. Phew ! Dear me, I'm quite out of breath, running up this hill. 
It's getting dark, too, I ought to run on still, but I'm so tired, I must 
wait a little while to get my breath. How dreadfully lonely it is here, 
in this short cut, I wish I hadn't come this way now. If it warn't for 
what grandfather said just now, I do believe almost I should call myself 
a little frightened. Ugh ! what's that "! Only the leaves shaking. — 
Courage ! what is there to be afraid ofl This is my way. [A whistle 
heard.] Gracious! who can that be1 [A ivhistle from opposite side.] 
Oh ! it's all over with me — I'll never arrive at man's estate. What do 
I seel [Music. — Cries out in terror .] The Red Mask! [Pause.] He 
hasn't seen me — there's just a chance that he may pass by. 

[Gets behind tree. 
Enter Kaspar, in cloak and mask, meeting Herman. 

Kas. Have you sent him to the chateau 1 

Gany. [Aside.] Ha ! I know that voice. 

Her. Marok is conducting him there now. 

Kas. We are safe here, I can remove my mask. Your whistle ar- 
rested me, just as I was on the point of entering. Has anything wrong 
occurred 1 

Gany. [Aside.] Heavens! The Count ! [Alarmed. 



THE RED MASK. 9 

Her. That's as it may turn out. Who is this young traveller \ 

Koi. I know not, care not. Jt is sufficient for us to learn that he 
is charged with a rich mission, to pay the dividends upon the Polish 
loan. 

Her. He has another object. 

Kas. And what may that be? 

Her. To discover a runaway sister. 

Kas. What say you \ 

Her. Likewise to find out a certain Colonel Hartzburgh. [i/u^ic.— 
Kaspar starts^ Do you know him] 

Kas. Can fortune be so prodigal at once ? Tell me — is it Ernest de 
Lorme \ 

Her. It is. 

Kas. Ha I by all the Saints of Hospitality, we'll make him royally 
welcome ! Your hand, Herman ! You've earned a heavy purse by 
this intelligence. My lady wife must lie perdu for a little while. Oh I 
I shall have a notable revenge I 'Twas such as he, who, by exaggerat- 
ing my juvenile indiscretions, banded society against me, till, in my 
own defence, I had to combat it. The fool I — the miserable blind fool ! 
my plans now must be quickly formed. Away to our rendezvous I I 
must have a brilliant party in my saloon to-night, remember. 

Her. Thou shalt have princes, ad libitum, most noble Count, be sure. 
Ha! hal 

Kas. 'Tis fitting that our new guest should be received with honor. 
Upon the road I shall mature my plans. \Exeixnt. 

Gany. [Watches them off.] I'm almost dead with fear and wonder. — 
Oh, terrible, terrible discovery ! My master, then, is the detested and 

remorseless Red Ugh ! my blood freezes at the thoucrht. And my 

dear young mistresp, so kind, so gentle, and so good, to be in ii'norance, 
as 1 know she is, of this awful fact. Heaven pity her, and direct me ! 
I no longer feel like a boy. These few frightful moments, have added 
years to my life, and to my resolution. She must be told it ; and yet, 
in that knowledge will be quenched the light of her happiness for ever I 
He will kill me — I know he will ; but it is rny duty ; and, with Heaven's 
help, it shall be done. Come, courage, heart I trembling cowardice is 
only for the guilty. Poor, poor lady I — it will destroy her utterly I — 
Would that the secret were to be revealed by any lips than mine I 

[Exit 

END OF ACT I. 



ACT ir. 

Scene I. — A brilliant Sa'oon m the Chateau — Isabel and Myra dis- 
covered. 

Myra. I cannot see, dearest Isabel, what cause you have for the 
slightest shade of sorrow to cross your path, surrounded by everything 
desirable in life, with a husband who loves you devotedly, and whom you 



10 THE RED MASK. 

love with equal ardor, and a position which it is as much as my small 
share of philosophy can restrain me from envying, yet you are a little 
unhappy, my friendly eyes can easily discover. 

Isabel. Indeed, I blame myself daily, hourly, Myra, for indulging in 
forebodings, which no reality of circumstance can justify. My husband 
is all I could wish — tender, alfectionate, and studiously observant of 
my every inclination, and yet 

Myra. Oh, that gloomy monosyllable. 

Isabel. I \\\\\ be frank with you, dear Myra, for you are the only one 
of my own sex who has inspired me with sufficient friendship to make 
a confidant. — You know that my marriage was contrary to the will of 
my relatives, who, for several years, have been ignorant even of my 
existence. For a long time I have yearned to solicit and obtain their 
forgiveness, and although I have implored Maximilian either to open a 
correspondence with them himself, or allow me to do so, he has inva- 
riably refused, and with a sternness and rancor, terribly at variance with 
his general conduct towards me. It is for this cause only that I am dis- 
pirited, and at some periods most unhappy. 

Myra. Depend upon it, your husband has sufficient reason for deny- 
ing your request. Haply, he wishes to obtain your desire in his own 
way — it cannot be otherwise. You have no other cause 1 

Isabel. No, not actually : to be sure, this lonely and isolated chateau 
is full of melancholy images when he is absent — so much am I haunted 
by apprehension for him, that I have, frequently, in the dead of night, 
fancied I heard dreadful sounds, like groans of suppressed agony, but 
such must have been imagination only. 

Myra. Of course they were Come, dismiss them, and all else 
gloomy, from your mind. Recollect you have a fete this evening to cele- 
brate the Count's return. 

Isabel. Ah ! that's a sun-ray that chases every cloud away. 

Myra. Could I but behold my dear Eugene, I, too, would be most 
happy. 

Enter Ganymede, pale. 

What's the matter, boy ? have you seen an apparition 1 Why this 
pale face and look of terror 1 

Gany. My dear lady, bear with me, and forgive me, I have some- 
thing to communicate to you alone. {Agitated, to Isabel. 

Myra. The young scamp's in love, and trembles at his impudence. 
Be merciful to him, Isabel, or, as he's over young for such rank folly, 
dismiss him with a sober lecture. \^Exit Myra. 

Gany. On my knees, dear mistress, let me implore your pardon, for 
that which my heart compels me now to do. 

Isabel. What, sir"? do you dare I Is this the return for all my kind- 
ness] 

Gany. Oh ! had it been reserved for any lips but mine to blast the 
happiness of your life with a breath ; but it is my duty and my love that 
urge me, even though you curse the tongue that utters it. 

Isabel. What mean you, sir \ you freeze my blood. Speak ! What 
have you to say! My heart, what fearful expectation's this 1 Speak, 
quickly, while I have sense to hear you 1 



THE RED MASK. H 

Gamj. Oh, be lirm, dear mistress, and prepare yourself, while 1 tell 
you what I have seen and heard. It was late when I left the village, 
and as I was passing through [Kaspar enters at back.'] the foiestr I 
heard voices, and hiding behind a tree, two men approached — one of 
them was 

Isabel. Whomi 

Gany. The Red Mask ! 

Isabel. So near the chateau \ — that terrible monster, w^hose deeds of 
cruelty and guilt have made him the country's pest and dread I 

Gany. Secure in his supposed privacy, he took off his mask, and 

A^rts. [Speaking off.] Come in. Baron, you are heartily welcome. 

Enter Baron, Marok, Herman, &c. 

Ah, my dear Isabel I let mine be from your ever longed-for lips. Ex- 
cuse me, gentlemen, I have been absent for a space, and each return 
brings back a lover with the husband. 

Baron. Truly an elegant and courtly compliment. I must say that 
to my spouse when I get back. 

Kas. Ha ! what do I see ! this young viper here. Ho, there ! [To 
Servants.] Seize him ! his career of iniamy, begun so early, will soon 
have an end. 

Gany. What does this mean? of what am I accused, my lord? 

Kas. Of what 1 Dare you ask that question? Whom, think you, 
Isabel, we have harbored in such mistaken kindness for so long a time "! 
Who, but the chosen messenger, emissary, and pilot, of that sanguinary 
wretch, whose existence is a stain upon our neighborhood — the ac- 
cursed Kaspar of the Red Mask ! 

Gany. Merciful heaven ! do you say that, — you whom I saw 

Kas. Silence, ingrate! Fortunately, I have the proofs at hand ! 
Marquis, {to Marok,) do you not recognize that young serpent \ 

Marok. {as Marquis.) Most assuredly. That was he, who, disguised 
as a postboy, lured me into a secret part of the adjacent forest, and he, 
with his villain brotherhood, robbed me of some thousands of crowns. 
The Viscount, here, was my fellow voyager, and can substantiate my 
word. 

Her. {as Viscoiint.) Most truly, — there can be no doubt. I could 
swear to the young vagabond anywhere. 

Kas. The country must be purged of this viperous brood ! Baron, 
as Military Commandant of the village. I hand him over to you. 

Baron. Martial law is prompt and decisive in such cases. He 
shall be shot to-morrow. 

Gany. Oh, my dear young lady I You are betrayed ! 



Kas. Silence hi 



im 



Gany. You are warned, my lady, — and I die with pleasure! In 
your husband, behold [Ahi.nc. 

Kas. Away with him. [Ganymede is forced off. 

Isabel. Have mercy on his youth ! It cannot be that he is so guilty. 
May there not be some mistake 1 At least, delay until it is proved. 

Kas. l^Aside to Baron.\ You'll see it done 1 

Baron [Aside.] Most distinctly ! 



12 THE RED MASK. 

Kas. Ha 1 ha ! Fear not, dear Isabel, he shall be only frightened ; 
but there's not a doubt about his identity ! Gentlemen, will it please 
you to amuse yourselves in the billiard-room, or, conservatory — the 
house is yours, remember, while you remain. I claim a few moments 
— .you know. — a husband's privilege. 

Baron Distinctly ! Perfectly right ! Come, gentlemen ! 

{Exeunt. 

Kas. You look dull, and dispirited, beloved Isabel ! It is not thus 
that you should meet me on my return, — hurrying homeward, as I did, 
with greedy heart, and inwardly anathematizing those necessities of 
life which kept me absent from your side ! 

Isahel. I grieve, Maximilian, to find my generous confidence abused, 
— to discover perfidy and dissimulation where I vainly hoped that I had 
implanted respect and love. 

Kas. Oh ! you allude to the boy ! 

Isabel. Yes. It is my belief that he was about to make confession 
when you interrupted him by your entrance. 

Kas. At a most fortunate moment. [Aside.] No doubt, my love, 
no doubt, — but let us dismiss him from our thought. A wholesome 
lecture, and, at most, a few stripes, may work his reclamation. I want 
to tell you something of consequence, Isabel, — don't look agitated, love, 
it isn't a matter of life and death, — it is simply this : you know, Isa- 
bel, with what a sincere, a jealous devotion I regard you! Were you 
to receive a sHght, or be approached in the language of offence, com- 
mon to the frivolous city dwellers, but, happily unknown within the 
virtuous country, I would not answer for my conduct ! It would irri- 
tate me into madness ! 

Isabel. To what does all this tend 1 

Kas. I'll tell you, love. [Entei Myra.] Ah ! here comes our 
pretty, piquant neighbour ! Accept my homage ! 

Myra. Am I de trop ? — 'tis easily remedied. [Going. 1 

Kas. Not so ! You may hear, — I would rather you did, what I have 
to sa}'. Amongst our guests, this evening, I expect a certain courtly 
roue, a most accomplished libertine. Circumstances oblige me to re- 
ceive him, but only for this night ; yet I would not have one single 
glance of his licentious eye to rest upon my pure-minded wife, — there- 
fore, my love, I would ask you to keep to your own apartment for this 
evening, — to-morrow he will be gone, and 

Isabel. Most willingly, dear husband ! Indeed, it will be a great 
relief to me, — for I am but ill prepared to play the interesting hostess. 

Kas. Dear, — kind Isabel ! — I'll come to you, whenever I can break 
away from our guests. [Exit Isabel — To Myra.] Apropos ! — we 
must guard you from the rake's infection, as well ! Ha ! ha ! a sin- 
gular idea, but 'twill be most effectual ! Suppose I introduce you as 
my wife, — ^just for a merry jest, as \vell as shield, against this city 
popinjay ! 

Myra. I cry you mercy, sir ! You think that I can bear the battery 
of insolent glances without a blush 1 

Kas. You have a spirit, which my wife has not. Think what a 
laugh we shall have! Hark ! — They're coming ! Shall it be so ? 

Myra. I am content ! I like a hearty laugh ! 



THE RED MASK. 13 

[Enter all the Gents., talking confusedly.^ 

Marok. Is that your idea 1 
Baron. Distinctly! Most decidedly! 

Marok. I'll maintain my opinion against any man. or score of men. 
Kas. [Significantly .'\ Marquis ! Who could have ruffled your amia- 
ble temper ] 

[Enter Servant.] 

Servant. My Lord Count, a stranger, belated, begs the hospitality of 
a night's sojourn. 

Kas. Was it needed, sir, to send a courier on such an errand ! Show 
the stranger here at once ! [Exit Servant. 

Her. A stranger, at this time 1 Singular ! Don't you think so. Baron ^ 

Baron. Distinctly ! Most distinctly ! 

Kas. The accommodations of our wretched village Inn, are so de- 
testable, we frequently give shelter to fastidious travellers. This is he 
I warned you of I 

[Enter De Lorme.] 

Ern. Pardon, gentlemen, for this abrupt intrusion. My name is 
Earnest De Lorme. I am an officer in the French service, detailed on 
an affair of financial importance ; and as I have a considerable amount 
of money in my custody, I preferred soliciting your hospitality, to the 
risk of remaining at a most unpromising cabaret in the adjacent village. 

Kas. Sir, you are heartily welcome ! I have the honor to be your 
host, for as long a period as you think proper to remain. 1 am called 
the Count Maximilian Zabrisky, — this is your hostess. — and these some 
acquaintances of birth and influence in the neighborhood. This gen- 
eral invitation being the most unceremonious, I trust you will lay by 
all needless etiquette, and at once feel as though you were among old 
acquaintance. 

Em. Sir Count, this cordial welcome is as cheering as it is cour- 
teous, and I accept your hospitality without restraint. 

Kas. If you will entrust your valise with me, I shall take it under 
my especial charge. [Busy with Herman, 4'^. 

Ern. W^ith pleasure. Count, — and rejoice at this small break in my 
responsibility. 

Kas. While I look after the disposition of younr Servants, and 
effects, I leave your entertainment in the hands of my wife. [Exit. 

Ern. Myra. ^ [Startrn<r. 

Myra. Eugene ! here, and with an assumed name ! W' hat means 
thisi 

Ern. Rather let me ask you, Myra, how I find you the wife of 
another] 

Myra. Oh! Yes, — I declare I quite forgot ! 

Ern. Sucn levity astounds me. Madam! 

Myra. Go on, exhaust your jealous spleen ! I have a great mind to 
make you suffer, — ^just to see if your boasted love for me is real, or 
assumed like your new name. 



14 TflE RED MASK. 

Eni. What mystery is this] Expound it, dear Myra, or you will 
drive me to distraction ! 

Myra. Confidence for confidence ! Tell me why you have changed 
your name, and I will inform you in how far I have changed my con- 
dition, [^riie guests are playing cards, 4'C- 

Mar ok. The trick is mine, I swear ! 

Her. Hush ! discretion ! 

Murok. Confound it ! Am I to be robbed^ 

Eni. Those guests of yours are not over courteous, my lady Coun- 
tess ! 

Myra. Merely the roughness of an unpolished rusticity. Count 
Maximilian's comprehensive hospitality embraces every caste. 

Enn. There is some jest afoot I Relieve my anxious mind, and 
solve this perplexing riddle ! You cannot be this man's wife, Myra 1 

Myra. Not a word in explanation shall you have from me, until you 
satisf}' me as to your motive in visiting this place in other than your 
own name. 

Er7i. My visit here is purely accidental, I assure you, — for the other, 
I have told you, ere this, of my unhappy sister, lured from her family, 
from ease and comfort, by the devices of a villain ! 

Myra. Your sister ! — That resemblance which I have not observed 
before — if it should be! — Your sister's name is — 

Em. Isabel: I have traced lier to this neighborhood. She is doubt- 
less — 

Myra. Nearer than you imagine ! There is a mystery, Ernest, 
which will speedily be solved. For the present, be content to know 
that I am not Count Maximilian's wife. She, — ah, he is here ! He 
wished me to pass as his wife, for this evening only — if there be any 
dangerous deceit, it can only be met hy deceit ! Let him imagine that 
you think so ! — Wy husband will make the evening pass agreeably, be 
sure, sir ! He is here ! 

Kas \yVho haa entered, during latter "part of above.'] All that my 
poor house affords is at his service, — would it were better, for his sake. 

Marok [Loudly.'] Ten thousand devils ! What luck you have I 

Kas. [Turns to speak to him.'] Why. Marquis, is it possible that a 
little reverse at ecarte can thus rufiie your philosophic temperament? 

Ern. [To Myra] You know something of my sister ! — In mercy 
speak ! 

Myra. I do. I cannot tell you now. See you not that we are 
closely watched ! 

Her. [Aside to Kaspar.] That brutal Marok is getting fiercely drunk 

Kas. [A.iide.'] You must take him away. 

Her. [Aside.] The fiend could not remove him from that card ta'>le; 
he has been losing heavily. 

Kas. You mean / have been losing. 

Her. Pshaw ! he has ventured on his own account. 

Kas. The mad fool, when it might all be his, without the risk. 

Her. Do you mark how yon youngster follows us with his eye? — 
During your absence those two have spoken long and earnestly toge 
ther. Can you depend on hor^ 



TIIK RED MASK, 15 

Kas. On her ignorance only. If I thought she had a suspicion, were 
it ever so remote, 1 would quench it and life to<Tcther. But see — they 
lauffh — depend upon it, you are mistaken. 

Mm. Capital ! I trust, my lord, that I do not touch upon a jealous 
chord, by thus monopolizing the companionship of your most kind and 
hospitable lady ! 

Kas. She but anticipates my dearest wish, that you, and all around 
me, should receive the heartiest welcome of my house. 

Marok. Ha ! ha ! not all, my lord Count ; I could dispense with some- 
what of thy hospitality. 

Kas. [Aside to A/w.] Fool ! why prate you thus ? Ah ! my lord Mar- 
quis is in a merry mood to-night. 

Marok. Besiirew such merriment ! It's over-dcarly purchased. 

Kas. [AsvJe to hrm^ Another word, and thou slialt be wolves' car- 
rion ! l5og ! [Alovd.] Come, my lord, let not the game deprive our 
fair friends of your society. See, they languish for their favorite amuse- 
ment, the heart-inspiring dance. 

Marok. After this game, Sir Count, — give me a chance. 

Kas. Desist, fool ! [Aside to him. 

Marok. Malediction I I have a great mind to warn yon springald. 

[Aside. 

Em. [Aside to Myra.] Ha! do you hear^ 

Kas. [To Servants.] See his lordship to his apartment; the wine- 
cup was too potent. [Aside to him.'\ If you would ever leave it again 
with life — be silent ! 

Marok. Silent, no ! Malediction ! my throat's my own. A passage 
that might let out many a dangerous secret. 

Kas. [Aside.'] Ah! say you sol [Aloud.] Good night, my lord. 
Now for the dance. 

[M.\R0K exits Q'rurnhlinrr. — 3Iusic plc.i/.'^. and drowns his voice. 

Kas. [To Ernest] Will you not honor my lady with your hand ? 

'Em. Willingly, my lord, if she will endure a companion somewhat 
unused to such gay pastime. [Kaspar whispers lo Ht'.RMAN, atid exits. 

Em. [As he leads Myra to p'ace.] It will afford me an opportunity 
for discovering my sister. Has ought occurred inimical to her safety! 

Myra. Nothing, that I am aware of 

Eni. Do you suspect danger to her? 

Myra. None to her — but to you 

Em. Love is apprehensive. Know you where Isabel is '' 

Myra. In this house ! 

Er7i. A prisoner ! [A pistol shot heard. 

Her. [Aside.] There's an end to your bad luck, friend Marok. 

Enter Kaspar. 

Kas. Don't be alarmed, good folk, my gamekeeper has just brought 
down a dangerous night-hawk ; it was scarcely worth the powder. — 
The dance — the dance ! I am but indifferent in ceremonial. 

[Dance formed — Polka Quadrille. 

Em. [After set, aside to Myra.] Is there any means by which I can 
see her? 



16 TflE RED MASK. 

Myra. [A}iide.'\ It will be ditficuU, so closely are we watched ; but I 
will endeavor to bring you together. 

Ern. One word more, is her — is he present? 

Myra. You are pleased to compliment, sir. What if my husband 
were to hear the^e flattering speeches? {^Observing Kaspar. 

Kas. {To Ernest] I trust your time is passing agreeably, sir. 

Ern. How could it be otherwise in such society, Sir Count 1 

Kas. 'Tis well ; but have a care how you assault the ears of my 
young wife with city compliments, or I shall be monstrously jealous, 
believe me. 

Ern. Her affection for you, my lord, most assuredly fortifies her 
heart into impregnability. [^Dance. 

Myra. {Aside to Ernest.] Speak no more. There are sharp ears 
about us, and ever watchful eyes. The last window on the balcony 
opens into Isabel's apartment. Choose well your opportunity ; I shall 
prepare her for your coming. 

{End of dance. Ernest leads Myra to scat, then advances. 

Ern. An undefined apprehension pervades me. There is a singular 
mystery about this place. If the Count should be the man I am in 
search of, I shall be assured at once ; for be he so, his roof shall never 
shelter me a single hour. {Aloud.'\ Sir Count, a word with you ; and, 
pardon me, if it should be an abrupt one. 

Kas. You are my honored guest, and therefore it cannot be an offen- 
sive one. So speak it. 

Ern. Are you acquainted with one Colonel HartzburghT 

Kas. Hartzburgh! The name is certainly famiUar to me, but I cannot 
immediately recall. Is he a friend of yours 1 

Ern. A friend ! — I seek the black-hearted villain, to bestow on him 
the chastisement his damning injury to me and my house's honor, has 
so richly merited. 

Kas. Indeed! Then it is the duty of all honorable men to aid you in 
the task. I will inquire if any know him here. Baron— gentlemen all 
— are any of you aware of the whereabout of an individual named Colo- 
nel Hartzburgh? [Myra exits cautiously. 

Baron. I know no such person, most decidedly. 

Her. I have heard of the person — a most atrocious character. In- 
deed, some say, it is one of the many ahases of the notorious Red Mask, 
Kaspar, the terror of Lithuania. 

Kas. Ah ! then that disposes of the question at once, as to any one 
here having personal acquaintance with the scoundrel. 

Ern My suspicions must be groundless. Count Maximilian, receive 
my apology. 

Kas. For what, my dear sir ! Consider me your friend in this affair, 
and to-morrow, if the province hold him, depend upon it, we shall ferret 
the rascal out. 

Ern. I thank you for your friendly offer ; but the immediate business 
I am engaged upon, will admit of no delay. I shall accept gratefully 
your hospitality for the night ; in the morning I must continue my 
journey ; its end accomplished, I shall return and seek your aid in dis- 



THE RED MASK. 17 

covering the villain Hartzburgh, Thank heaven, I have obtained a clue 
which must bring us face to face. 

Kas. I rejoice to hear it — may you be successful. In the mean time, 
whenever you wish to retire — Karlo, here — one of my most confidential 
servants will show you your apartment, 

Ern. To say the truth, my lord, the travel has somewhat fatigued me, 
and early rest would be most welcome. 

Kas. Our country custom favors your inclining, my dear sir ; we de- 
vote the hours of night to their proper uses here. Are you going home. 
Baron 1 

Baron. Decidedly. 

Kas. We have ample accommodation for you all ; will you not re- 



mam 



Baron. Distinctly not. The Baroness is imperative. 

ICas. A fair good night, then, since you will it so. My lord, you 
remain of course 1 

Her. With pleasure, Count, 

Kas And you, gentlemen, will not desert your host so "? Karlo, 
show our dear friend to the crimson room. Good night ! 

Ern. Until to-morrow, fare ye well, gentlemen ! 

Kas. We'll but drain a parting cup, and follow thy example. To- 
morrow I — Ha ! ha! ha ! shallow-brained idiot. I have you in the toil ! — 
A bumper, lads, to the Red Mask ! And now a song, 'twill lull sus- 
picion, should any exist. 

Song and ChokuSo 

Shall we drink to Love a measure'? 

Flame that poets call divine — 
Saying, every earthly treasure 

In its rosy wreath combine. 
No, fill high the foaming beaker. 

For all other joys beside. 
Quickly pall upon the seeker. 

Pledge we then thy rosy tide. 
Mighty wine. 
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah ! 

Shall we drink to Wealth or Glory ? 

Meteor lights that lead astray. 
Living care, or Life in Story, 

Wisdom mocks their juggling ray. 
No, fill high the foaming beaker, 

For all other joys hcside. 
Quickly pall upon the seeker, 

Pledge we then thy rosy tide. 
Miglity wine. 
Hurrah, hurrah, hurrah! 

END OF ACT II. 



18 THE RED MASK. 



ACT III. 



Scene I. — Isabel's Chamber — Balcony Practicable. — Moonlight through 
lops of Trees. — Isabei- discovered. 

Isabel. The noise of revelry is hushed ! A strange oppressive quiet 
dwells throughout the house, — a death-like stillness, — not a sound, a 
breath, or footfall, which would indicate the presence of a living thing ! 
I would that Myra were here, — my joyous-hearted friend ! — It is terri- 
ble — this sense of loneliness I What a fate is mine ! It is only in 
such moments, that I dare question my heart, and in secret acknow- 
ledge the soul-depth of my misery. [Kaspar comes through sliding 
panel, and listens.] My mother ! — my dear, unfortunate mother, — and 
thou, the part-sharer of my abundant love, my brother, if ye could 
know, that a waning sense of duty, and most obstinate pride, bind me 
to a husband, who has so fearfully deceived us all, — how in my inmost 
heart of hearts, I yearn for your forgiveness, — to behold you once more ! 
— Ah I how many years of bitter, tearful penitence must I endure, — to 
atone for that one fatal step ! [ Weeps.] 

Kas. [Aside.] By my faith, the proverb about listeners is not likely 
to go into disrepute ! There is no necessity to have heard it, however ! 

[^/fps out of door, and knocks. 

Isabel. 'Tis he ! — my husband ! Now for the hated mask of dis- 
simulation ! 

Filter Kaspar. 

Kas. Forgive me, darling one, for letting you remain so long lonely 
here, but I shall make amends for all 'ere long, by dedicating to you 
the whole of my after life ! Not an instant, love, shall you find me 
away from thy side. 

Isabel. Our past experience, Maximilian, is but sorry presage of 
future comfort. 

Kas. Pshaw! You mean my running away with you? Who 
would not, with such a prize as the recompense ? Have you seen 
your friend Myra, this evening 1 ,, 

Isabel. No. I presume she has retired for the night. 

Kas. Fatigued with doing the honors in your place, — [r,x plays with 
her ringlets during speech,] — which, I assure you she did with great 
tact, delicacy, and ease, — but don't be j?alous. Bell, — you know that 
angelic perfection could not eradicate thy image here! Let me en- 
treat you, however, not to grieve at what I am about to communicate. 
The harassing business I have been of late attending to, demands 
aiiain my immediate presence. — indeed, so urgently, that I must ride 
all night, to meet a most rigid appointment to-morrow. But all such 
hindrances to our happiness will shortly be at an end. What ! Will 
you not wish a prosperous issue to my undertaking. Bell ] How 
coldly unkind you are I 

Isabel. I certainly do, Maximilian, my husband, wish a successful 
termination to the business, whatsoever it be, which demands your 
attention. 



THE RED MASK. 19 

Kas. Spoken like a loving, kind, and dutiful wife, and believe me, 
when you learn the particulars, you'll acknowledge it was worth a 
hearty prayer or two to wish for its acconiplishment. Adieu, love I — 
Haply, a day or two may suffice. — Ha I — there's a storm approaching — 
let me fasten your window, the household is early a-bed to-night. [He 
locks the door stealthily.] She knows not of the secret door, [^Iszrfe.] 
For a few days, my darling Bell, adieu I Her pride only binds her to 
me \ — Indeed ! — It's a tight cord, — but may be snapped ! [Aside.'} 
— Adieu ! [Exit. 

Isabel. There is a tumult of excitement beneath that calm exterior, 
and for the Jirst time. I fear him ! — I know not why ! — 'tis as the 
breaking dawn before the light, — a consciousness, rather than a cer- 
tainty ! My mother I pray for me ! — and for him ! [.4 knock.] Who 
can this be ! How is it, — when the slightest sound terrifies me 1 
[Knock repeated.] 

3Iyra. [Outside.] Hist, Isabel ! 'Tis I. 

Isabel. Myra ! Ah I that welcome voice ! Heavens ! the door is 
locked. — is not the key outside ? 

Myra. [Outside.] No! — Hush! — be calm! I'll go round to the 
balcony. 

Isabel. There certainly is something fearfully mysterious in all this! 
Ah ' — the other door's locked ! What can it mean 1 My blood creeps 
slowly through my frame, — a cold, icy feeling gathers round my 
heart ! Courage ! Whatever crisis is at hand, I must nerve myself 
to bear it ! [Opens window-shutter. — a groan is heard] Heaven sup- 
port me ! What sound of agony was that ! Why does she linger 1 

Enter Myra, from window. 

Oh. Myra ! my friend ! — my sister ! Did you not hear a groan, as of 
a mortal in the death-pang 1 

Myra. When 1 

Isabel. But this instant. 

Myra. No. — the stillness of death envelopes the place. 

Isabel. Of death, I fear ! There is something terrible enacting, — or 
at hand ! Your face assures me that you know of it, or else suspect ! 

Myra. Susp'^t ., Isabel ] Yes ! Have you strength of mind suffi- 
cient to hei lat my suspicions are 1 

Isabel. It Will not be stronger, Myra, — I am fully prepared. The 
greatest horror would be mercy, to the anguish of undefined appre- 
hension. 

Myra First, let me ask one question. Are your brother and your 
husband on friendly terms I 

Imbcl. Alas no ! My husband hates him, with an unextinguishable 
hate. 

Myra. Courage, love, and nerve your heart. Mine is as nearly in- 
terested as your own ; your brother rests beneath this roof. 

habel. Heavens I 

Myra. He it was, your husband spoke of as a profligate, a reckless 
roue, doubtless to prevent your meeting. Some wrong is meditated, 
and there is but little time for concert. I know where they have placed 



20 



THE RED MASK. 



him — all merciful heaven will give me strength and thought to watch 
over and protect him. Hark ! I heard a cautious footstep. Listen I 
Love and desperation have quickened my senses. Listen ! 

[Another groan. 
Isabel. Ah ! they murder him I 

Myra. Hush ! — it is not Ernest's voice. Some one approaches, 
with slow, painful step. 

Isabel. The doors are locked ! they cannot enter. 
Myra. Ernest will certainly be here before he retires for the night — 
at the balcony — he told me he would. 

[A muttering sound and several blows heard at secret door : they 
start in amazement. Secret door suddenly flies open, and Marok, 
pale and dying, falls into room. 
Myra. Why have you come here 1 Ah ! he's wounded and dying. 
In mercv, speak ! Is he safe 1 

Marok. [Nods ] Water. Ha ! ha ! he didn't kill me, as he thought ; 
I will live long enough to destroy him ! 
Isabel. Of whom do you speak'? 

Marok. Of your husband, the murderer, Kaspar ! Ah ! my sight is 
failing, and my breath — this key, Ganymede — [Points.'] he'll speak 
the truth. Quick ! Ah ! this death has a choking grasp ! — pray for 
me I — I dare not ; and when I was a boy, I could pray. I see once 
more the cottage bed I knelt beside — again my mother's arms are 
round me — my mother's lips are pressed to mine. Mercy ! — mercy ! 

[Dies. 
Isabel. He's dead ! This is horrible ! ! 

Myra. No vain regrets — there are lives to save ! The boy — he may 
assist us. [Takes lamp. 

Isabel. I dare not stay with 

Myra. We'll go together. Courage, my friend, and pray for cool- 
ness and determination. 

[They listen a moment, then pass through secret door. The door 
closes. Stage dark. Change. 

Scene II. — {Front.) A narrow stone Vault, or Passage. 
Enter Myea, {with lamp,) followed by Isabel. 

Isabel. He's not here. Oh, dear Myra, let us retrace our steps, I 
almost sink from dread in these fearful vaults. 

Myra. Have a heart, Isabel ! the poor youth may have become in- 
sensible ; at all events we must not return without a thorough search. 

Isabel. And in the meantime I fear to breathe it, Ernest. 

Myra. See 1 the faint gleaming of a light ; it advances — should it 

[They conceal the lamp, while, through a narrow stairway, at the 
side, a light gradually falls on the dark stage. Isabel and Myra 
crouch in a corner. Ganymede enters, almost exhausted icith ter- 
ror — he leans for stipport on the wing. 
Gany. What fearful preparation have I witnessed. There is some 
appalling crime at hand, and yet I have not the power to prevent it. 



THE KED MASK. 21 

What would avail my puny voice, here, in these remote caves. Oh, 
my dear mistress ! could my wrongs but reach your ears. 

Isabel. [^Advancing.'] They do, my faithful, innocent boy. 

[Ganymede screajns, and falls at her feet. 

Gany. My beloved mistress ! this is a sun-burst of joy ; but why are 
you here — has he, that dreaded man, condemned you to my fate ! Oh, 
horrible ! — to die from starvation ! Such, Marok told me, was my 
doom ! 

Myra. No, breathe freely, Ganymede, you are rescued, and by the 
mistress you so faithfully love. Nerve yourself, there is much yet to 
be accomplished — a dear, dear life to all of us, is minutely threatened. 

Gany. Ah ! the young officer — it is for his destruction that those 
dreadful preparations are intended. 

Isabel. What preparations^ 

Myra. Have you witnessed — speak ! — is there time to prevent 

Gany. Alas! I know not, but you shall hear. Some short time 
since, while wandering about this oismal vault, in the almost desperate 
hope of discovering some means of exit, I thought I heard distant whis- 
perings at this extremity ; I followed, with my ear against the wall, 
until I discovered a kind of murmuring reverberation here. While thus 
engaged, the masonry, by my accidentally touching the spring, revolved, 
(as you see,) and revealed that stone stairway. Resolving to see where 
it led, I ascended : after toiling up many flights, I found my progress 
barred, by, what appeared to be, a canvass screen. A light glared 
through a small aperture, evidently meant for secret espionage. Hiding 
my lamp, I approached, and on looking through, found that I was within 
the frame-work of the painting, immediately over the fire-place, in the 
spare bedchamber ; couphng what I had inadvertently heard to-day, 
with the rumored atrocities of the Red Mask, the pulsation of my 
very heart ceased from terror. At last, I gained courage, and looked 
into the room — there I saw many of the guests, headed by 

Isabel. My husband ? 

Gany. Yes ! — They conversed in smothered whispers ; on his part, a 
fiendish revenge seemed to animate him wholly ! The others spoke of 
plunder, — some sure, but secret way of taking life, was arranged. 
What, I could not ascertain ! Suddenly, he exclaimed " All is pre- 
pared, — now to usher our new guest to his comfortable quarters," — 
and quitted the apartment. The others delayed but a few moments 
longer. At that instant, a thought struck me, that I might drop into 
the room, conceal myself somewhere, and so be enabled to warn the 
devoted victim ! To my great joy, I found that the picture turned by 
means of hinges at the side. I had partly opened it, when a bright 
light, and joyous voices, convinced me I had not the time. My master, 
and his guest then entered, — not a suspicion seemed to cross the 
latter's mind, — while the other exerted himself to the utmost to en- 
tertain him ! 

Isabel. He is lost 

Myra. Not yet I Are they both there still 1 

Gany. Both. A lingering hope that I might yet find a pathway un- 



22 THE RED MASK. 

explored, forced me to descend again. The hope is now a certainty, 
but how to take advantage of it, I know not I 

Myra. What painting is it, that which you speak of? 

Isabel. I know it ! It is called, " The Sisters," a sad memorial of 
two unfortunates, who met their fates somewhere within the precincts 
of this dreadful abode ! 

Myra. Thank heaven, for that thought ! Come, Isabel ! We must 
dare all extremities of fortune in the endeavor to defeat the intended 
villainy ! Ganymede, you must to the village — if you know whom to 
trust. These steps lead to your mistress's apartment, — through the 
window, from the balcony you may reach the ground ! Away, with 
desperate speed ! The delay of an instant may be fatal ! 

Gany. Depend on me ! Heaven guard ye both ! \^Exit. 

Myra. Come, Isabel, cheer thee ! A mighty hope clothes my very 
heart, as with an atmosphere of joy ! No faltering now, no reserve ! 
Time and Life, are in the scale together ! 

[They ascend the stair-way. Change. 

Scene hi. — Red chamber. In centre, a fire-place. A painting over it 
of /too Females, one sit ling, the other leaning over. Two windov;s 
■^astened up. Antique bed in corner. Ernest and Kaspar discov- 
ered at table. Drinking materials, c^-c. 

Kas. Tut, man ! I'd have you quench all sober thoughts, in this de- 
licious lethe of the soul ! I have assured you of my present sympathy, 
and of my intended aid. to search for those you love, and hate. Drink. 
1 pray ! You see I am no churlish host, — this Burgundy is of the 
choicest vintage. 

JErn I thank you heartily, my Lord, — but my present mood is of 
such a sort, it shames thy courtesy ! 'Twould seem as though each 
draught but deepened my gloom, instead of dispersing it! 

Kas. Simply because thou has not drained enough to reach thy 
frosted spirits ! Come, another cup ! Here's to her, whose name lies 
nearest to thy thought, whoe'er she be ! {Picture turns.'] Ha ! I see 
that has aroused you ! let nie but know her name, that I may honor it 
with particular regard ! 

Em. [Catches glimpse of Myra.'] Myra! {Myra motions silence. 

Kas. \aside.'\ { thought as much! Faith, i was in some danger, it 
would seem ! Myra ! Singular ! The same name as my wife's, and 
not a common one in your gay land ! A special pledge ! [Ernest 
is standing amazed.] Well, be it so, — a bumper to the lovely Myra I 
Why do you stand transfixed 1 

Em. Pardon me ! Her name's a spell. It calls her beloved form 
up to my eyes, as plainly as though in perfect truth she lived before 
me ! 

Kas. An optical delusion, niy dear friend, extremely prevalent before 
marriage. We'll drink now to thy speedy cure ! 

Em. Urge me not, I pray you ! I have already passed the bound- 
ary of discretion, — my brain 's confused ! [aside.'] 'Tis she! Heaven ! 
it IS my sister! Permit me to walk a little, [aloud.] 

Kas. Certainly. You are at home. — no ceremony, I entreat ! 



THE RED MASK. 23 

Em. [ast'cZe.] He here ! alone with me, my greatest only enemy on 
earth, and yet they motion me to quiet! The suppressed rage is clam- 
oring in my very throat ! I am defenceless, and he, no doubt, sur- 
rounded by iiis myrmidons ! 'Tis for Life and Love, I must dissemble ■ 
Could I be alone with them, — were it but for an instant ! 

[ Walking about. 

Kas. {Is humming an opera air.'\ If this be city breeding, by my troth, 
we'd call it something churlish even amongst us country boors. For- 
give me — I know that you have cause for seriousness — but, hang it. 
brush the cobweb from your heart, at least while underneath this roof, 
to gratify your host. 

Em. V\[ drink no more to-night ! You force to be thus explicit, and 
furthermore, with due respect, and much thankfulness for the truth, and 
earnes/nefis of your hospitality, I would crave to be alone. 

Kas. Humph ! somewhat frigid, sir, in tone, but I, thy entertainer, 
must show no lack of courtesy, even should temper strain I You shall 
have your wish! [He sees Ernkst make a motion towards picture, 
through mirror .'] Ha! Is it so ! [Aside.] I shall but ring for an espe- 
cial attendant, to await your summons, should you need aught during 
the night. The morning I hope will bring you cheering hopes, and 
gayer spirits. [Rings bell — enter Servant.] Tell Marcus to attend me 
here, and hark ye ! [ Whispers.l Offend me thus no more ! Away ! 
[Exit Servant.] Marcus will anticipate your every wish, he is my 
most valued and trustworthy servant. 

Ern. I need no attendance ! It would be a thousand times more 
welcome to be left to my own reflections. 

Kas. Indeed ! This is passing strange ! — I am almost inclined to 
feel a little angry. You repel with so much pertinacity my kindest 
intentions, one would really suppose you had a stringent reason for 
dispensing with my society, — if so, I pray you name it, I would not 
bestow upon you my enforced companionship for worlds ! I see you 
are impatient — you cannot conceal it. I will but resign you into the 
faithful hands of Marcus — I wonder why the rascal lingers thus — and 
then take my leave. Hark ! I hear him coming ! One more cup be- 
fore we part, sir guest — you'd rather noti Ah, well, — Pll fill to my 
own pledge I 'Tis one, the compassing of which, were worth the 
wasting of a human life, nay more, the peril of an immortal soul. — 'tis 
[A shriek from MvR.i — tn^o 0/ Kaspar's brigands stand beside them — at 
the same instafit, Ernest is seized, and held by two others.] Revenge ! 
Eugene de Lorme. your hours are numbered ! Oh ! I have panted 
for this moment, even as they say, the damned yearn for water in ex- 
tremest hell ! I have pictured this scene a thousand times in my im- 
agination, while my exultant heart bounded like a living thing, even at 
the transitory thought ! The reality is now before my eyes, and I 
would fain prolong it for an age. And you, fair dames would plot 
against me! They have learnt some of the secrets of the place, Her- 
rtTan — they must be taught a few more ! One at a time, though ! 
Descend ! 

[Herman, with Myra, Isabel, and another, step on the broad old- 
fashioned mantel shelf, xchich gradually sinks until on a level 
with stage. 



24 THE RED MASK. 

Isabel. Mercy ! 

Myra. Seek it not from him. As well beseech the famishing wolf 
to spare his prey I 

Kas. It is the privilege of your sex to scold. Men heed you not. 

Eugene. Oh, villain ! cowardly, double-dyed villain I ! 

Kas. An apt scholar, in railing. That womanly accomplishment 
becomes you well, young sir ! but I really would not counsel you to 
pass the few remaining moments of your life in unprofitable ebullitions 
of temper. I care not that you should die unprepared. You see how 
mindful 1 am of your future happiness. What an unspeakable advan- 
tage I give you over myself 

Eugene. Atrocious, heartless villain I I fear not death ! At once I 
dare you to put me to the proof 

Kas. It needs not much philosophy to die with decent show of bravery 
before those witnesses. Why,such a death would be a triumph, not an ago- 
ny ; but alone, within these inexorable walls, at once your prison and your 
tomb, slowly and surely to waste life away piecemeal, without one pity- 
ing glance or sympathising tear — without a living soul to listen to your 
lying boast, methinks you'll have but small encouragement to play the 
Stoic ! I'll show some mercy, however ; your parting sorrow shall be 
brief Marcus, attend your honored guest to his last resting-place. It 
will scarcely embitter your pleasant destiny to know that you receive 
your doom from him, whom, though unknown, you formerly denounced, 
and rendered desperate by every indignity — the despised Hartzburgh — 
from him, upon whose rock of infamy the honor of your family is broken 
like a wave — from Kaspar, the relentless — the Red Mask ! Away 
with him! [Isabel screams mid faints. 

Eugene. A desperate phrcnzy mounts up to my brain. Off, villains ! 
my life is not so easily purchased as you suppose, 

{^Snatches knife from one of the people — fierce attack — is thrown 
down, and disarmed. 

Kas. Ha I ha ! such intemperate warmth is inexcusable. What has 
become of your vaunted philosophy 1 Fled already ! Alas ! poor human 
nature ! But this delay taxes my patience too severely. Will you retire 
with decorum, or must I strain my hospitality to the enforcement : It 
would really pain me to do so before such witnesses. 

Isabel. Merciful Heaven ! is there no hope 1 

Myra. From that mocking demon — none ! 

Kas. None I like a delicious banquet I but dally with my vengeance. 
There is no power in heaven, or on earth, to snatch it from me now ! 
\_A crash — the wiiidows are forced in — Ganymede and Soldiers fill the 
stage.'] Betrayed ! ! you shall not live to triumph ! 

[Fires pistol at Eugene, ivho has joined Myra — Ganymede throws 
tip his arm — Kaspar escapes through secret panel. 

Gany. Follow me ! I know every winding ! 

[Some follow Ganymede, Eugene, &c. — Business arid change to 



THE RED MASK. 25 

Scene IV. — Front Vault, [as befoi-e,) dark. 

Enter Kaspar, hurricdhj. 

Kas. Curses on my folly ! Is this to be the end of all ] No — let me 
but gain the balcony. Ha ! they follow ! [Exit. 

Enter Ganymede, Eugene, Soldiers, &c. 

Eugene. Leave not a nook unsearched. A thousand crowns to him 
who secures the miscreant ! 

Gany. He would not linger here to hide. Follow me, quickly, this 
"way — up those stone steps. 

Eugene. Ha 1 we are on his track ! I hear his thick panting breath ! 
On, lads, on ! [Exeunt. — Change. 

Scene Last. — Same as Scene First. The Cataract flowing through 
broken Rocks — practicable Pathway up and over. 

Kaspar (as Innkeeper) discovered on bench of Inn., smoking. — Three or 
four Peasants around him laughing. 

Kas. There, the story's finished, we'll have wherewithal to wash it 
down. Dry work, this talking. \^Noise.] Hey day! what tumult is 
this? 

Enter Eugene, Baron, Soldiers, &c. 

Eugene. My good friends, have you seen a fugitive pass hurriedly by 
this road 1 

Kas. By St. Lawrence ! we marked not who passed. How was he 
called ] 

Eugene. A fearful discovery has been made ! He, whom we seek, 
is no other than Kaspar. the murderer. 

Kas. The Red Mask ! St. Dominick protect us ! I'll have none 
of this ; we poor people are unprotected from his vengeance. Go thy 
ways, we meddle not in the affair. [Exit into Inn. 

Enter Ganymede. 

Peasant. I saw, just now, a richly dressed individual, who seemed 
to me to be about to throw himself into the torrent j'onder ; but I sup- 
pose he thought better of it. 

Ga7iy. Green dress, trimmed with fur and gold 1 

Peasant. As near as I could judge, it was so. 

Gany. By the bridge 1 — he must have passed over. He cannot be 
far distant. On ! [Goes up. 

Eugene. Remember the reward for his apprehension I 

Kas. How much is it, signior? 

Eugene. A thousand crowns! Will you not try and earn it? 

Kas. Bless you, it wouldn't do me any good. If I see him, I'll tell 
him at what a price you rate him. Ha ! ha ! [All Peasants lavgh.] He'll 
feel complimented, no doubt. 

[The men ditjicrse themselves over rocks, ^c. 



26 THE RED MASK. 

Eugene. Behold ! he has thrown himself into the flood. 
Gany. Or would have us believe so ! 

[Ka spar's coat is brought forward by a Soldier. 
It is his coat assuredly, but uninjured. 

Kas. What extravagance, to fling away so much finery ! 
Gany. Ha ! that dress 1 It is the same I saw in the forest. He is 
there — secure him ! 

Kas. Fool ! What do you meanl 

[^Flings off Soldiers, and rushes into Inn — Soldiers, <^c., after him. 
Myra, Isabel, cJ-c, enter from top. 
Eugene. Confusion ! He is no where to be found. The villain wears 
a charmed life. Ha ! they've discovered him ! 

[A struggle is seen through window, with peasant., dressed exactly 
like Kaspar. One is eventually dragged out, and they discover 
their mistake. During which, Kaspak, in his shirt sleeves, and 
without the light wig of the Innkeeper, slowly makes his way across 
rude bridge of tree, over the torrent. He nearly reaches the oppo- 
site side, when Eugene sees him, and snatching gun from a Sol- 
dier, fires at him. Kaspar starts from his crouching position, 
wounded, and falls, catching at branch of tree, which hangs 
over the Cataract. It gradually breaks off, and Kaspak falls. A 
Double is seen tumbling down the Cataract, an intervening 
plank receiving Kaspar. 

Business. Tableau. Curtain. 

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